Quotes About Betrayal

He clutches his head. 'This is … this is insane, Lula. This isn't you. You're not fucking gay. This is her. She's done this to you. She's fucking groomed you. Can you not see that? She's groomed you.

for Michael but found herself picking up her glass and taking a large slug, her psyche telling her to pour something numbing over the hot ashes of jealousy smouldering inside her.

I know. I know. But still. When I think of how he treated you. How bad he made you feel. How he lied to you about everything. And now he's out and about, gallivanting with another woman. It just sickens me, Rachel. It really sickens me.

Christopher heard a pair of women gossiping nearby, whispering in disapproving undertones. "... Ramsey was found flirting in a corner with a woman. They had to drag him away from her." "Who was it?" "His own wife." "Oh, dear.

Don't ever trust men with good intentions. They'll always disappoint you." Leo

My point is, when someone is hurting you, they can call it whatever the hell they want. They can even call it love. But words lie, actions don't.

This doesn't have fuck-all to do with independence. You're scared because you know if you start something with me, it'll go to a place you and Dane never went. He won't stand by you--he's already proved it. He went pussy on you. And now he gets laid for that?" ---Jack Travis

Oh, very simple," Derek jeered. "It doesn't matter that I was born a bastard. She deserves nothing better than a man with a false name, fine clothes, and a sham accent. It's not important that I have no family and no religion. I don't believe in sacred causes, or honor, or unselfish motives. I can't be innocent enough for her. I never was. But why should that matter to her?

I go to movies expecting to have a whole experience. If I want a movie that doesn't end, I'll go to a French movie. That's a betrayal of trust to me. A movie has to be complete within itself; it can't just build off the first one or play variations.

While the form of treachery varies slightly from case to case, liberals always manage to take the position that most undermines American security.

The Archer novels are about various kinds of brokenness.

Everyone who ever trusted Washington has been betrayed. Possibly there is an exception somewhere, but the betrayals are vast and are sufficient in number to define Washington as the least trusted entity on the earth.

In 'Honeymoon in Vegas,' after Nicolas Cage tells his fiancee that he's given her away to pay for his gambling debts, she gets into a tizzy as if she were a 6-year-old. I couldn't believe it.

The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear.

On the second verse of 'Tears to Snow,' I talk about rappers and the way they view me now, rappers in the underground world who I might've know for a little bit, or they might've opened a show for me. A lot of them talk crap about me behind my back, and they'll smile in my face.

Children know when they are being sold a sanitised version of the world, and I think that's a betrayal of the relationship between author and reader.

I was provided with additional input that was radically different from the truth. I assisted in furthering that version.

Mi sento pieno di malanimo vero questo piccolo presuntuoso così bugiardo; può darsi che sia dispetto: ero felice che mentisse agli altri ma avrei voluto che facesse un'eccezione per me: credevo che ci saremmo messi d'accordo come ladri in fiera sopra la testa di tutti questi morti e che avrebbe finito per dirla, a me, la verità!

Descoperind c? sunt mic,n-am mai cunoscut decât o singur? lege:s? m? ca??r. Am devenit tr?d?tor ÅŸi am r?mas tr?d?tor.În zadar m? implic total în ceea ce fac,m? d?ruiesc f?r? preget muncii,maniei,prieteniei,peste o clip? am s? m? reneg,o ÅŸtiu,ÅŸi m? tr?dez de pe acum,în plin? pasiune voioas? a viitoarei mele tr?d?ri.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

It was Rogelio, Chutsky's friend from the front desk, who was going to tell us when Weiss checked in. But it certainly didn't look like he was going to tell us much of anything, unless we listened to him with a Ouija board. Because if appearances were any guide at all, judging by the belt so tightly wrapped around his neck and the way his tongue and eyes bulged out, Rogelio was extremely dead.

She looked at me, and then I knew what was wrong, because I saw something very dark and leather-winged at the back of her eyes, just for a moment, before the cover of icy amusement slid back into place on her face. "I shall make him forgive me," she said, and her lips turned up higher in a wonderful fake smile. "Besides, he won't find out, will he?" And she turned to Deborah. "This will be our little secret, all right?" she said.

Deborah snapped me out of my pathetic fugue by slapping her hands on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it," she said. "I just don't fucking trust her." I

I think I have a right to know my husband killed somebody," Rita said. "And he's cheating on me?" she added, as if killing might be overlooked, but cheating was something truly despicable. It was not quite the proper order of our society's priorities as I had come to understand them, but this was not the time to debate contemporary ethical concepts.